As soon as the children arrived, the courtyard became even livelier.
Perhaps it was due to the natural bond of blood relations, but ever since these children had come in, Wei Qin's gaze instinctively fell on the two children at the very end.
She had heard Shu Yu describe Little Song Le's appearance, and now looking again, the child on the left looked almost exactly as described.
Powdered and jade-like, clean, like a little Sir, the child looked just like his father, Song Dazhuang, when he smiled.
Little Song Le had already entered the hall, delightedly holding Quanquan's hand as he ran to Meng Yunzheng and Shu Yu, "Cousin Uncle, Cousin Aunt."
Shu Yu smiled and ruffled his hair, then turned her head slightly.
Little Song Le followed her gaze, and in the next moment, his body stiffened suddenly, his small hand clenched tight.
